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Eagles rocked the house like it was ’72

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Dispatch critic Curtis Schieber seemed to have an issue with age in “Still flying high after all those years,” his Thursday review of the concert by the Eagles. His backhanded swipes at the ages of the members of the Eagles and the audience were insulting, and they pretty much ignored the fact that these guys rocked a packed house for almost 31/2 hours.

I doubt Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Timothy B. Schmit and Joe Walsh feel they played, as Schieber said, like they were just “seeking another paycheck.” They clearly played the way I and the rest of the audience felt: like their and our life’s chronology didn’t matter. Why not celebrate the fact that a bunch of guys can still rock ‘n’ roll like it was 1972 in a wooden shack turned practice “studio”?

This night, we were all in the same shack and we were tearing down the walls. Good music endures and transcends. Age was irrelevant inside Nationwide Arena this night.

The Eagles did a lot more than live up, as Schieber closed his review, “to the expectations of their equally aging crowd.” They exceeded my expectations on almost everything they played, gave us some new edges on some favorites, and made a lot of us remember that we still can rock at whatever we do in our lives, however the calendar may date us.